Woken up at 8.30 by movers. (Hangover of mythical proportions)
My sister was already up and had even been out to the sandwich shop down the street. There’s literally nothing about her I don’t hate right now. (Sandwiches were tasty though.)
So am now moved in, very little furniture at the moment but I’ll be going shopping tomorrow (it’s not like I needed the money for a major gift giving festival 3 weeks from now.) On the bright side am getting dinner made for me by someone who can actually cook, on the down side I have to listen to her shoehorn babies into the conversation at every slight opportunity (then try to convince herself she doesn’t want them.)
She also wants us to go visit her friend from Uni before shopping tomorrow, which means that by the time I get back here tomorrow night I will have zero furniture and (as a special added bonus) will have to pour drunk sister into my only bed and sleep on my new and uncomfortable floor…again.
Note to self – When shopping for couch also see if you can find a back bone.